The Los Angeles rapper-singer-producer 2hollis has amassed a cultish fanbase thanks to heightened everything : Standing well over 6', with flowing tresses and seraphic features, he’s a Rick Owens muse built like a Bernini. His mercurial dance-trap runs at a breathless pace, and the emotions he croons about are anything but muted. His millions of devotees, most of whom don’t remember a time before pop was rap, treat his finsta deletions and paparazzi photos as sacred texts, charting “lore drops” in hagiographic posts and videos. Surrounded by Starbucks-optimized snooze&b , identity crisis retrofetishism , and everymen inexplicably equipped with orchestras , Hollis is probably America’s only compelling male pop star right now. But how do you continue to top excess?

There’s a whole lot of “more” in the mix on Pirouette , Hollis’ fifth album.…